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yellow house. 
          
          you are a yellow house built between the borders of God's sweet solace so that when your pillars are moved by the wind and disassembled, you can gather your fleeting body back into your sacred space. you are a shadow that casts in moving light, a pretty grey existing through yesterday and emerging into today bound to newness. you are a sun child radiating with the kind of beauty that the world has failed to quench, so now the world can only watch as it burns in your soft warmth. you are a yellow house built between the borders of your own sweet strength. when you grow weary, gather your fleeting body and let your power simmer. 

I love your little versailles

Hey, everybody! I am well, I am alive. I hope you're all doing well. I'd like to start by apologizing for my disappearance. I'm around, I'm just trying to get back into writing. In other news, I'm a graduate now, so there's that. I also got my first poetry collection published on Kindle, so if you guys are interested, check that out. 
          
          Thank you for the continued love and support on here. You're all amazing. Take care of yourselves and have a wonderful, wonderful day. ❤️
          
          the palette of intimacy: https://a.co/d/96UjHd8

Can I just say how much I love your works? The way you write is so unique that each piece is a breath of fresh air! Like everything you put together is so enthralling and I can't help but gush about it each time I see a story of yours 

Hey, sweethearts! I finally finished my degree yesterday. We're back in business. I'm excited! (: 

hope you're okay! <3

I've noticed that when I see, read or hear something that's so beautiful to me, I get so overwhelmed and my eyes even get watery. It's just a wonderful feeling. And you see this book? It never fails to make me feel like that. I highly recommend it because WOW. 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/289470501

both this account and your poetry one make me feel so cozy, like a warm autumn evening - slightly rainy, coffee or tea close by, mostly quiet, mixed in with some melancholy. all of your writing is achingly beautiful and tragic, thank you for gracing us with it. <3